@reasoning logic,
Quote:I do not recall ever doing it. To me when people die they are gone
There is an interesting thought on that comment, pending your belief.
I would tend to think "everyone" thinks like that... But, the difference being:-
Gone, but I know the spirit lives on and if I need you, I only need to call out to you. This is only the body, bones under earth. Embrasses it.
Gone, OMG, I can't cope and constant visiting to the grave. Destroys their life.
Gone, oh well... That will be me one day, no feeling at all, for the will of hiding ones feelings of the "fear" of death.. that being that they know it will be them one day... Fear.
Quote:That is how much I respect my dead corps.
Because you know it's only a corpse
And, if you do visit a grave, then doesn't that tell you something? ....
Quote:Yep.. That your mind is able to wander and be very creative.
Well, it could be respect.. It could be curiousity as to whether you "feel" something or are "reminded of something whilst there to do with that person" I don't know about creativity in that respect..
Quote:I think you may be correct I do think that all of our minds may have an ability to wander when it comes to the loss of loved ones.
I think RL our minds are one of the most powerful things.. I also think that very few people are even aware of just how powerful it is.. If, as children we could see a spaghetti monster
Or, a witch
And, truly believe that we saw it, why would that change as we grow older? It's only a matter of whether we let go of that part of our abilities in childhood or not..
Quote:I think it is psychological "normal" for our brains to respond in some way to the loss of a loved one and if that way is to talk to the dead person in your own head, then it is what it is.
Yes, I agree.. And, I believe that no matter which scenario a person feels that they are and there I am sure, are more, everyone at some point has muttered some words to the dead... Even if it's simple, like "I miss you" or "wow you were too young, when walking past a tomb stone"..
As, I left the graveyard yesterday, I drove past the children's section. Shook my head and couldn't look.. These tiny little graves.. And, in my head I said "that's wrong"..
But, like I said many threads ago... I can't explain a grey mist coming down the stairs of a converted Church, and the voice of a choir singer, that then exited at the glass doors where I stood.. Nor, can I forget, as I shook after and tried to lock the doors. What can I say? I do think that there are spirits that exit our bodies.
That be me..